A’ight. I’m up too late as it is, but feel the need for speed. Or posting. Whatever.

So my brother was just here with his lady friend Ashley, visiting on their way to a crew regatta in Philly, which I hope they win. They just kicked the collective ass of Florida, so I have high hopes.

For the record, brotherman was the first of either of our families to come visit, so he scores extra Christmas presents this year.

Did I really just use an emoticon right there? Where, oh where have my standards gone?

Anyway. Up early tomorrow to leave for Ohio for the bachelorette party, the wedding, Mother’s Day and my sister’s 16th birthday, all happening in a convenient two-day span. Leastwise, it better be early, because our water is being turned off “sometime” between 9 a.m. tomorrow and 4 p.m. Thursday. Thanks for the notice, buddy.

Supremely looking forward to the wedding of my best friend and college roomie Ska to her beau; I just hope I don’t cry too much. Perhaps the Kleenex I’ll be stuffing in my bra will do double duty. Matron of Honor duty will certainly keep me on my toes until then!

A Portraits of Baltimore County non-shoutout to “Todd,” he of the pierced lip and white Pontiac, who had the unspeakable gall to offer his services as a tattoo artist from the backseat of the car stopped next to me at the light near the Bel-Loc Diner.

Dude, I appreciate your word-of-mouth advertising, but no way in hell am I getting a tattoo from you. No offense. And while I’m at it, it’s not good manners to bother a tired newspaper designer when she’s headed home from second shift and must turn around and pull first-shift duty in seven hours. I’m just saying.

Anyway. Here’s to good weather and fine driving … You may not hear from me for a while.

This post brought to you by: I Better Be Quiet Now from the album “Figure Eight” by Elliott Smith.